Its a party, smile!
The music blared in the girls ears loudly as she danced around wildly, bodies rubbed up against hers, all covered in sweat of the lights and shear amount of people packed into the nightclub. Lorie didn't care though, between the cocktail of drugs running through her body, the alcohol running through her veins, and the music blaring in her ears, everything was nothing but pure bliss.
She recalled vaguely grinding against a guy or two before making out with another, but it was all water under the bridge. Right now all she wanted was the beat of music to run through her body. Her hips rocked from within the tight miniskirt, her bare legs moved around as the loud music ran through the crowd for several hours.
Like all good things though, it came to an end, they started to shuffle people out one by one, some being thrown like sacks of potatoes. Lorie stumbled out on her own, her vision was full of colors, her ears rang loudly in protest to the lack of music.
Turning she giggled at her friend waving, "I think I'm going to try walking home."
Her friend smiled and waved just as plastered as Lorie. Together they parted ways, promising to call each other when they got home. If she got home, Lorie watched as the sidewalk moved under her feet, she wobbled trying to follow it. Everything also looked very fuzzy to her. She wasn't the least bit worried about anything but the moving sidewalk, this was a large bright, busy city. There were always people about, no matter the time of day.
It took her several minutes, but eventually she made it across the just as mean moving road. Several people gave her weird looks, but she at the moment, didn't care.
As she was walking past a dark alley though, she got the feeling of someone coming towards her, eyes upon her and the sound of heavy breathing. The voices got closer and closer, then everything went completely black.
Lorie's eyes opened up a short time later and she was...where was she?
She tried to move but found her arms and legs bound by heavy leather straps. The flat surface she was laying on was clothed, but cold and wet from something. Her vision blurred a little from everything still trying to settle, including her stomach which begged to be released.
Something moved out of the corner of her eye and moved closer with a graceful stride. A man, black hair but salted with gray, his gray eyes watched her with a calm stare, his mouth covered by a mask.
"W-who...are...you? What do you want? Let me go!" her mind began to race wondering what he was going to do.
"Shh...." he stroked Lorie's blond hair softly like she was just a baby.
"No! Don't touch me!" she started to cry.
He said nothing more as he pet her head for quite a while, "Your hair is so soft..."
Her body shook uncontrollably as he circled her around her a single finger running over her warm skin. From one side, up the other over the tight leather black mini skirt, over her equally tight shirt and over her cheek.
"Sweet, sweet little girls should always wear a smile," he looked at her softly, "Even more so after you came from a party."
"I...I..." she shook violently watching him.
His head cocked to one side almost like he was in thought, "It's a party...smile..."
His hand brought up a sharp scalpel and she let out a loud scream pulling on the straps as hard as she could. Holding her head still with weirdly strong power, he moved the knife to her lips and rubbed it against them like a kiss. It was brought up and run over the corner of her mouth, sliding in like the skin was simply soft butter. The warm liquid trickled out and into her mouth, over her cheek and into the small dip of her neck.
She felt another warm liquid trickle, this time between her legs. Was she going to die?
He moved the scalpel over to the other side carving it up in a happy smile as well. Lorie continued to scream, kicking and wiggling as much as she could. She had to get free, she had to escape this crazy psychopath.
"There..." he replied calmly over her screaming and hysterical crying, "Don't you look so pretty?"
He held a mirror up to her, her eyes widen in horror as she could easily see into her mouth, several back teeth were showing because of the wide cut and her screaming. Her skin tore in agony as her mouth opened wider. The man, however, said nothing as he continued staring at her, pleased with his work.
"Now now," he ran the scalpel over her body into the fabric of the shirt easily, "you look prettier this way."
She sobbed watching him, "P..please...just...let..me go..I swear I won't tell anyone!"
"Tell anyone? That I made you even prettier? Oh you can tell them, let them come here!" he focused on her delicate fingers.
"No! NO!" she screamed as he moved the small sharp tool to her finger tips.
Her nerves screamed loudly in pain as it sunk into her fingertips. She felt bile rising in her throat as the peeling of skin was felt for a short time. Calmly and quietly he held out the chunk to her.
"You know," he wiggled it, sending blood dripping all over, "This is good for you."
Lorie shook her head to scared to talk anymore. The man nodded and pride her mouth open sliding the piece into her mouth before closing it tightly.
"Swallow sweetie..." he moved the scalpel in front of her vision.
Sobbing hard she started to try and swallow the wet, slippery chunk of herself, she gagged several times before swallowing completely. It didn't stay down long as everything shot back up and over herself.
"What a messy girl you are," the mans eyes seemed disgusted now, "I don't like messy girls."
Covered in nothing but her own fluids she shook, her legs now unable to fight, her body screaming in pain, all she could do was watch the man.
"If you don't want it, I'll take it," he leaned down even as she screamed and wiggled, "You move and you'll regret it more, I might hit a nerve."
He started to carve her skin off, carefully as to not bruise or tear it. The pain lasted for hours, every nerve ending in her body screamed for help. Her mind was being destroyed over the pain and several times she had passed out, only to reawaken to the pain.
Everything felt light, her eyes were weak and everything seemed to spin from the lack of blood. As her eyes became heavy, to heavy to keep open the man looked her in the eyes. Instead of holding his scalpel however, he held what seemed like a sharp spoon.
She wanted to get away, she was scared, but it was slowly fading away, she wasn't going to make it. Her body screamed in pain one more time as he carved into her skull for her eyes, before she convulsed and slipped away.
The music blared in the girls ears loudly as she danced around wildly, bodies rubbed up against hers, all covered in sweat of the lights and shear amount of people packed into the nightclub. Lorie didn't care though, between the cocktail of drugs running through her body, the alcohol running through her veins, and the music blaring in her ears, everything was nothing but pure bliss.
She recalled vaguely grinding against a guy or two before making out with another, but it was all water under the bridge. Right now all she wanted was the beat of music to run through her body. Her hips rocked from within the tight miniskirt, her bare legs moved around as the loud music ran through the crowd for several hours.
Like all good things though, it came to an end, they started to shuffle people out one by one, some being thrown like sacks of potatoes. Lorie stumbled out on her own, her vision was full of colors, her ears rang loudly in protest to the lack of music.
Turning she giggled at her friend waving, "I think I'm going to try walking home."
Her friend smiled and waved just as plastered as Lorie. Together they parted ways, promising to call each other when they got home. If she got home, Lorie watched as the sidewalk moved under her feet, she wobbled trying to follow it. Everything also looked very fuzzy to her. She wasn't the least bit worried about anything but the moving sidewalk, this was a large bright, busy city. There were always people about, no matter the time of day.
It took her several minutes, but eventually she made it across the just as mean moving road. Several people gave her weird looks, but she at the moment, didn't care.
As she was walking past a dark alley though, she got the feeling of someone coming towards her, eyes upon her and the sound of heavy breathing. The voices got closer and closer, then everything went completely black.
Lorie's eyes opened up a short time later and she was...where was she?
She tried to move but found her arms and legs bound by heavy leather straps. The flat surface she was laying on was clothed, but cold and wet from something. Her vision blurred a little from everything still trying to settle, including her stomach which begged to be released.
Something moved out of the corner of her eye and moved closer with a graceful stride. A man, black hair but salted with gray, his gray eyes watched her with a calm stare, his mouth covered by a mask.
"W-who...are...you? What do you want? Let me go!" her mind began to race wondering what he was going to do.
"Shh...." he stroked Lorie's blond hair softly like she was just a baby.
"No! Don't touch me!" she started to cry.
He said nothing more as he pet her head for quite a while, "Your hair is so soft..."
Her body shook uncontrollably as he circled her around her a single finger running over her warm skin. From one side, up the other over the tight leather black mini skirt, over her equally tight shirt and over her cheek.
"Sweet, sweet little girls should always wear a smile," he looked at her softly, "Even more so after you came from a party."
"I...I..." she shook violently watching him.
His head cocked to one side almost like he was in thought, "It's a party...smile..."
His hand brought up a sharp scalpel and she let out a loud scream pulling on the straps as hard as she could. Holding her head still with weirdly strong power, he moved the knife to her lips and rubbed it against them like a kiss. It was brought up and run over the corner of her mouth, sliding in like the skin was simply soft butter. The warm liquid trickled out and into her mouth, over her cheek and into the small dip of her neck.
She felt another warm liquid trickle, this time between her legs. Was she going to die?
He moved the scalpel over to the other side carving it up in a happy smile as well. Lorie continued to scream, kicking and wiggling as much as she could. She had to get free, she had to escape this crazy psychopath.
"There..." he replied calmly over her screaming and hysterical crying, "Don't you look so pretty?"
He held a mirror up to her, her eyes widen in horror as she could easily see into her mouth, several back teeth were showing because of the wide cut and her screaming. Her skin tore in agony as her mouth opened wider. The man, however, said nothing as he continued staring at her, pleased with his work.
"Now now," he ran the scalpel over her body into the fabric of the shirt easily, "you look prettier this way."
She sobbed watching him, "P..please...just...let..me go..I swear I won't tell anyone!"
"Tell anyone? That I made you even prettier? Oh you can tell them, let them come here!" he focused on her delicate fingers.
"No! NO!" she screamed as he moved the small sharp tool to her finger tips.
Her nerves screamed loudly in pain as it sunk into her fingertips. She felt bile rising in her throat as the peeling of skin was felt for a short time. Calmly and quietly he held out the chunk to her.
"You know," he wiggled it, sending blood dripping all over, "This is good for you."
Lorie shook her head to scared to talk anymore. The man nodded and pride her mouth open sliding the piece into her mouth before closing it tightly.
"Swallow sweetie..." he moved the scalpel in front of her vision.
Sobbing hard she started to try and swallow the wet, slippery chunk of herself, she gagged several times before swallowing completely. It didn't stay down long as everything shot back up and over herself.
"What a messy girl you are," the mans eyes seemed disgusted now, "I don't like messy girls."
Covered in nothing but her own fluids she shook, her legs now unable to fight, her body screaming in pain, all she could do was watch the man.
"If you don't want it, I'll take it," he leaned down even as she screamed and wiggled, "You move and you'll regret it more, I might hit a nerve."
He started to carve her skin off, carefully as to not bruise or tear it. The pain lasted for hours, every nerve ending in her body screamed for help. Her mind was being destroyed over the pain and several times she had passed out, only to reawaken to the pain.
Everything felt light, her eyes were weak and everything seemed to spin from the lack of blood. As her eyes became heavy, to heavy to keep open the man looked her in the eyes. Instead of holding his scalpel however, he held what seemed like a sharp spoon.
She wanted to get away, she was scared, but it was slowly fading away, she wasn't going to make it. Her body screamed in pain one more time as he carved into her skull for her eyes, before she convulsed and slipped away.
